Hey, and I'm back already! Once again, however, I might go back and edit parts of this later. We'll see.

So, Marcus is revealed to be evil. But who's he working for? What's the situation with Krane right now? Will he be stopped? What happened to Adam and Chase? What did Marcus do with Bree? Some of those questions will be answered in a moment.

I feel like this chapter is really intense. (Especially the last part) I hope it's intense. You'll have to tell me if it's intense. It's got an intense soundtrack. (Which, oddly enough, is also the soundtrack to the chapters of WDF and Fight Until the End that I'm posting today. Totally weird coincidence. XD If you listen to the soundtracks for my stories, get ready to listen to that song a lot today!)

I don't think there's much more to say. I don't own Lab Rats, just all the worlds, people, and objects you don't recognize. Enjoy.

Chapter 6 soundtrack: "Watch You Crawl" by Red.

* * * Chapter 6: You and That Army * * *

When I woke up, I was on the floor. That much was obvious. As consciousness returned, I blinked and sat up with a groan. Eventually I was able to assess my surroundings.

A cell. I sat in some kind of cell. Or a closet. Or something like that. The walls were sheer metal and I had a few meters above my head when I stood up. The room was big enough for me to walk around in, but not by much.

I slumped down and pulled my knees up to my chest. Where was I? Why was there no door? Was there even a way out?

The panic began to rise in my chest, but I took a deep breath and shoved it back down. Now was not the time to freak out. I tried to banish my pulsing headache so I could think straight. How did I wind up here?

Marcus.

What had happened? He betrayed us? Why? Was he working for Krane? But there was no way. . . .

I examined every part of my cell. Four walls, four sharp corners, zero ways out. I ran my hands along the wall, hoping to find some kind of hidden door. My breathing quickened when I didn't, so I sat down and concentrated on keeping a level head.

This is a dream . . . maybe? Just some kind of dream. You'll wake up soon. I pinched myself, but nothing happened. I was still trapped in some kind of metal cage. Were the walls getting closer?

Then, at the moment I was about to give into my panic, one of the walls slid away and revealed some kind of hallway. I stood again and walked closer, looking around suspiciously. As I tried to walk out of the door, however, some invisible shield shocked me and I stumbled back, coughing into my arm.

A laugh echoed through the room and a figure moved in front of me. I backed up against the wall, eyes wide with fear. For the first time, I came face to face with a figure who had terrorized the galaxy and would now likely terrorize me. He tapped something on the wall and walked into my cell, his shoulders still shaking with laughter.

"Trying to escape, are we? You won't get far."

"Krane," I growled.

He grinned. "You recognize me? I'm flattered."

I swallowed, trying desperately to get my voice back. "Everyone does. You're kind of the biggest villain the galaxy's ever seen."

Krane chuckled. "I guess I am at that."

"So . . . you really are alive?"

He held out his arms and walked closer. "Was there ever any doubt?"

"Um, yes." Then to myself I muttered, "But not for long."

Now, my instinct when faced with an enemy is to take them down. So I threw a quick jab at Krane's head, shocked that my super-speed was still activated. However, it turned out that Krane was just as fast as I was. He grabbed my wrist and swung it around behind my back, pinning my hand between my shoulder blades. Then he grabbed my other hand and put it behind my back as well.

"Don't bother trying to resist," he hissed in my ear. "I'm a hundred times more powerful than you will ever be."

As much as I wanted to fight back, Krane's bone-crushing grip proved he was right. Mr. Davenport taught us to save our energy and wait for an opening; now was not the time to put up a fight. So I heaved a sigh, gritted my teeth, and bowed my head.

Krane recognized my motion of defeat. "Good girl."

He pushed me out into the hall and together we walked down it.

"So," I said, hoping that, if I couldn't fight him, maybe I could at least get on Krane's nerves, "I bet you spend a fortune on facials."

Krane didn't respond; he only grunted and shoved me harder.

We kept going like that, in complete silence, down endless grey corridors. Most of them didn't even have doors. All were dimly lit, with electric lanterns every few meters. Cold and creepy, and, if I had to take a guess, probably underground where no one could find it.

It took about ten minutes for it to hit me. Krane had me as a prisoner. How? Marcus. Marcus did work for Krane. How could I not know? How could I let him fool me? Did he get my brothers too?

Adam and Chase . . .

"Where are my brothers?" I snapped, anger flooding through me.

"They're here as well," Krane replied, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "If you behave maybe you'll get to see them."

"You're not going to get away with this."

"Oh, I'm not?"

"We'll stop you just like before!"

"On the contrary, I think I will be able to bring your precious government and their weak bionic allies to their knees."

"You and what army?"

Krane laughed. "If you must know . . ." He shoved me around the corner, and I felt like ice water had been dumped down the back of my shirt. There in front of us was a large window, and on the other side was a massive white room several meters below us. Thousands of kids, teens, and young adults wandered around, some eating at tables, some playing on computers or holotabs, and many more using bionic abilities against one another.

"Me and that army," Krane hissed in my ear.

Krane had rebuilt his revolutionary army. The number of kids below us was enough for a full-size military, and I had the sickening feeling that these weren't even all the bionics Krane had.

As if he read my mind, he said, "This is only the Plenus group. I have millions more around the galaxy. Still think you can stop me?"

"Yes." But my voice faltered that time.

Krane seemed ready to move on to wherever we were headed, but a voice made him pause. Someone called his name, and we both turned to see a middle-aged man with spiky hair running toward us.

"All right, the army's ready to go," he said as he came up, not even winded. "Everything's ready, in fact. Marcus and I are waiting for your command."

"Marcus?" I whispered.

The man noticed me and a grin spread across his face. "I see Bree's up," he said. "Good. It'll be so nice to have all three of them together again."

"How do you know my name? What have you done to my brothers? Who are you?"

Krane looked at him. "Would you like to introduce yourself to our guest?"

The man shrugged, and his grin looked ready to pop off his face. He looked me in the eye and said, "I've been waiting a long time for this. I'm Douglas Davenport."

Davenport? I rose an eyebrow.

"I'm your father."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Father?" I finally repeated.

"Creator, dad, the genius who gave you life, whatever term you want to use. The only reason you've never met me was because my brother ripped you away from me." He frowned while saying that.

Douglas Davenport . . . Donald Davenport . . . father?

Then something else clicked in my brain, and I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "You're the traitor," I whispered. "You're the one who turned bionics over to Krane."

Douglas grinned. "Hey, she's even smarter than the third one."

"Chase; his name is Chase."

"Yeah, I know; I named him. So, Krane." Douglas turned to face the man holding me captive. "Should we take a look at her system now?"

"What are you going to do with me?" I growled.

Douglas laughed. "Oh, just use an app that takes over your system and puts you completely under my control. It won't hurt . . . much."

"Wait until later," Krane said. "I want all three of them to see what I do to this planet."

Douglas shrugged and followed Krane as he continued to march me down the hall.

I kept sneaking glances over at the man who claimed to be my dad. It wasn't too far-fetched, honestly. We all knew Davenport wasn't our real father. Could Douglas be lying? But I couldn't help but notice how much he looked like an older version of Chase. The more I stared, the more I realized that he looked like all of us, in one way or another. The sinking feeling in my stomach grew. Douglas caught me staring at him, and I quickly turned my head away.

How did I know Douglas was the traitor? I couldn't rightly answer that. If he was our father, as he claimed, then he obviously knew about our bionic systems. And if he really was Mr. Davenport's brother, then wouldn't it make sense that they worked on bionics together?

I'd had enough crazy revelations for one day. Krane was still alive, Marcus betrayed us, and my real father was the infamous traitor that has been and will be hated for all of history. Consider my brain officially exploded.

We came down another hall and at the end, beside a door, stood Marcus. He leaned back with his arms folded across his chest, and he straightened as we walked up. He looked much more intense than when I had met him, but his eyebrow still hovered high on his face.

"How could you?" I spat as we got closer.

Marcus shrugged, shooting me a cold glare. "I was told to do it. I wasn't about to disobey."

"He's my best creation, besides you three," Douglas said, patting Marcus on the back. I couldn't help but notice Marcus stiffen at those words. "I guess that kinda makes you two like siblings."

"Great," I said, faking a laugh. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, it turns out I have an android brother who hates my guts. Like I needed one more sibling! Couldn't you have at least made him a girl?"

Douglas only shrugged as Krane threw me into the room behind the door with a hard shove. I looked up to see Adam and Chase, both with heads bowed and arms held high above their heads with electrical chains. I shouted their names, and they looked up at me with something between excitement at seeing me alive and fear of our current situation.

Marcus came up behind me and pushed me against the wall next to Chase. "Hands up," he said, his voice gruff and emotionless.

"Make me," I said, doing my best to imitate his tone.

"Fine." Marcus grabbed my hands and pushed them up and against the wall. Douglas pressed something on the other side of the door, and the electrical chains snapped down to secure my wrists. More came up around my feet and successfully pinned me to the wall.

"You'll regret this," I hissed.

"I'm an android. I don't feel regret."

Marcus walked away, leaving me seething. I got control of myself and looked over at my brothers, ready to question them.

Before I could, however, Krane came in and stood in front of us. "I don't want you to miss any of the fun," he said with a grin.

A screen appeared on the wall opposite us, showing us many different locations on Plenus. Some looked like live aerial shots, and others were security cameras posted on skyscrapers. In the bottom right corner was a timer, currently set at twenty-two minutes and thirteen seconds.

"I have several bombs all over Plenus," Krane said. "In twenty minutes they will all go off, and I will finally tell the galaxy of my return."

"Do you know how many people will die?" Chase shouted.

Krane laughed. "That's the point, my boy. Watch, bionics, as the people you were supposed to protect are slaughtered. Watch as you fail to save them." His laugh got darker and deeper, and he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. Now it was just me and my brothers, all of us watching the live footage of what would soon be one of the worst massacres in the galaxy's history.

"So," I said, breaking the silence, "Marcus knocked you guys out?"

Chase nodded numbly, but Adam said, "With a stunner and everything. It's like the guy knows us!"

"If Douglas really is our father, than I guess he does. Wait, did he tell you about that?"

"Douglas?" Chase said. "Yeah. Can't believe our real dad is on Krane's side."

I almost told them about Douglas being the traitor—since I doubted they knew it yet, the dunces—but I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut at that moment. We had more important things to deal with.

"What do we do?" I watched as normal, everyday people wandered around on the footage, going about their lives and completely unaware of the tragedy just about to happen.

"We can't let Krane do this," Chase said.

"But how do we get out?" Adam asked. "In case you haven't noticed, we're kinda trapped."

"Do you think Krane captured the other bionics from the mission?" I asked.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Chase replied. "And if he didn't, I doubt they know how to stop him. You know, I'm willing to bet Krane is controlling all this from some main computer—and it has to be around here somewhere. If we could get out of this cell, we could find it and bring him down."

"Right, but how do we do that?"

"I don't know. These are electrichains. We can move around some, but if we move too far away from the wall they'll start to shock us. Theoretically, we could break them off if we got far enough away, but not before they seriously hurt us."

"Are our bionics off? I can't tell without running, and I'm kind of scared to do that right now."

"Yes, these chains block our abilities. This whole facility—wherever it is—blocks the signals from our chips, so I can't contact Mr. Davenport or anyone else. But it doesn't block the abilities on our chips, which I guess makes sense, since Krane and his soldiers would need to use theirs, too." Chase sighed. "If only we had some kind of electromagnetic pulse. Then we could—"

Chase was interrupted when Adam screamed, and we looked over to see our brother walking forward, yelling as the chains shocked him. We shouted at him to stop, telling him that he would only hurt himself. But Adam kept going. I wanted to look away as the chains continued to send dangerous currents through my brother's body, but for some reason, I couldn't. I felt sure that Adam couldn't actually break free; he would die before that happened. I screamed at him to stop one more time, but he ignored me.

Finally the chains let out a dying hiss and retracted into the wall. Adam fell to the ground, groaning and coughing. After a few seconds, he looked up at us and grinned weakly. "It hurts," he said, his voice quaking, "but it's possible. Screw electricity!"

"Adam, can you break down the doors?" Chase asked, a smile starting to form on his face.

"Give me a minute." Adam buried his face in the floor and groaned again.

"Chase," I said, "how long do you think it would take to bring down Krane's computer—the one controlling the bombs?"

Chase shrugged. "Anywhere from five to forty minutes. But judging by the equipment I've already seen in this facility, I'd say it would take longer rather than shorter."

"Right . . . and how long would it take you to hack into the computer to deactivate these chains?"

"That should only take a couple minutes. But it'll be longer if I have to tell Adam how to do it. Adam, you should be able to punch through the wall and get to the control panel on the other side; your strength should be back now."

"I said give me a minute!"

"So we need to hack into the computer controlling these chains," I said, "then we need to find Krane, and then we need to hack his computer." I glanced at the timer on the screen. 19:31. "We don't have a minute." I gulped, knowing what had to be done.

Each step forward was pure agony. The chains resisted every movement, and I could feel the electricity spreading through me. I screamed and tried to block the pain, to ignore the torture of it all. I gritted my teeth and pressed forward.

For the people . . .

For the planet . . .

For the galaxy . . .

I yelped and dropped to my knees, feeling the chains release their excruciatingly painful grip on me. I lay on the floor, twitching and breathing hard. Chase's screams came from somewhere above me, and I heard him fall to floor nearby. As the seconds passed, I felt my body recover, and I looked up to see Adam staggering to the door, ready to break it down.

After a few minutes, Chase and I stood as well, running up to our brother in time for him to begin pounding on the door. We hoped against hope that Douglas, Marcus, or Krane weren't on the other side. We couldn't afford any distractions. I glanced at the time again. 16:42.

We were free. Now to stop Krane.

However, there was a horrible feeling deep in my gut—not unusual these days—that the pain from the chains was just a taste of what would come next. We all hoped for a painless win, but deep down all three of us knew that Krane would not go down easily . . . if he would go down at all.

Oooooh! Ticking time bomb(s). Think they can stop Krane before he kills millions of people? They're the Davenports! They can do it! Right?

Shocker, Douglas is their dad! That was hard to write considering about 99.99% of LR fans already know that. So I kept it simple. And yes, he is the traitor; in other words, he's the one who sold all the secrets about bionics to Krane, and therefore the one responsible for the Bionic War and everything that's about to happen now. You can go back and re-read chapter one if you need a refresher on all that. (Or you can PM me, and I'll explain it as best I can without spoilers.)

Reviews are loved. :3 Special thanks to two guests who reviewed last chapter: One who gave me a good kick-in-the-pants and is the reason I'm updating so many stories today, and another for giving me their reason for a justification for war. I found that particularly amusing considering this chapter. Do you think war would be justified yet?

So anyway, goes to show that reviews can do great things. Keep them coming, 'cause they keep me updating. Let me know your thoughts/theories about what will happen next, because they excite me! :D You might even get a shout-out in my next A/N if your theories are wild and/or accurate enough. ;) Until then, I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you later for Chapter 7: Fight Forever. Bye!

* * * Glossary/Pronunciation key * * *

Electrichains (ee-lek-tra-chayns) - A special kind of chain made of electricity and primarily used to keep prisoners from escaping. Sends out electric jolts if the captive moves around too much.

Holotabs (ha-low-tabs) - A handheld device larger than a holophone but smaller than a computer that can process and store information.